Weekend breakfasts around here are rarely a family affair. Instead, it’s a slow trickle of people wandering out from under the covers to grab a coffee or a slice of toast. Once the temperature starts dropping, though, I am more inclined to rally them round the table (although admittedly it’s more like brunch before I can get some of them out of bed). Steaming mugs of coffee or hot chocolate, slabs of sweet bread and a whole lot of laughter is a great way to start a day, especially if the sky is grey and the leaves are falling onto the damp ground.